The bells of a nearby church
ring once
at 17:45
A breeze from down stream nestles upon my face
dreamily
the vinho verde
softens my senses
drifts me to an horizon of harmonious sleepiness
I watch the Rio Lima float by
amongst the lazy sounds of Sunday
in Ponte De Lima
Still by the river
the evening chill drifts in
as the church bell chimes seven times
The sun sets a shining glow against the window of a building opposite
as I wait for the blood red moon of 2015
The empty bottles of vinho verde strewn along the river bank like the debris of a fallen drunk
a timelessness as the sound of the river beautifies my ears
The intriguing beauty I found walking beside me along The Camino earlier that day, gently strolls back towards me with the click-clack of her newly purchased flip flops and an empty glass in one hand
Ponte De Lima, Portugal // 27”09”15